I've got a lot of secrets,
That I never get to tell,
They pool inside a reservoir,
My inner brain like a well.
Use a bucket to scoop the secrets out,
And in the first one you will find,
Kind eyes full so of longing,
And a cracked smile made to shine.
As you keep on scooping out,
All the secrets that I keep,
You'll see how I cannot cry,
So I either sit in silence or sleep.
You'll see I have three jobs,
And, yes, I am sixteen,
You'll see all of my family,
Of whom I'm not too keen.
Two years ago my dad got sick,
And the sickness changed his brain,
He's not the man I'd learned to love,
A ruler tyrannical and insane.
He lost his job because of it,
Denial is his friend,
Now I take care of my family,
Trying to make all of our meets end.
My parents drink until they don't,
Say they do it to be free,
It's led to bad scenarios,
Mental and physical abuse is what you'll see.
There was a night not long ago,
My dad drank way too much,
I asked him to get off of me,
But from me he did not budge.
I am president of my class,
And of my FFA Chapter, too,
I take college classes that challenge me,
To do all that I can do.
Sometimes things get bad enough,
My mood drops like a ball,
You see it in my dulling eyes,
And in the smile that's not there at all.
My brother's a psychopath it seems,
He's got it all, the symptoms are there,
He threatens to call CPS,
So that we'll be put in another's care.
My well is a little more empty now,
My outlet serves me well,
Forgive me for spilling all my water,
But there's no one else to tell.
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This and more is all very, very omnipresently true.
